Chapter 60 THE RED HARLAW

The herring loves the merry moonlight,

The mackerel loves the wind,

But the oyster loves the dredging sang,

For they come of a gentle kind.

Now haud your tongue, baith wife and carle,

And listen, great and sma',

And I will sing of Glenallan's Earl

That fought on the red Harlaw.

The cronach's cried on Bennachie,

And doun t